Toilets
Toilets are weird half public/half private spaces. All sorts of stuff goes on in them. They are devious entrances and exits from venues, places to have sex, to snort drugs or even, get this, to defecate. Tell us your favourite toilet stories.
( , Fri 2 Sep 2005, 11:11)
Toilets are weird half public/half private spaces. All sorts of stuff goes on in them. They are devious entrances and exits from venues, places to have sex, to snort drugs or even, get this, to defecate. Tell us your favourite toilet stories.
( , Fri 2 Sep 2005, 11:11)
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Two for openers
I used to think that squat thrusts were a gym exercise until I discovered Turkish public toilets.
A few years ago, I used to work for a company that had seven stalls in a row in the gents. Having sneaked away for my crafty nine o clock ciggie one morning, I heard the main door burst open and a frantic huffing and puffing as a bloke ran into the trap next to mine. There was a frantic rustling as he undid his (as it turned out) boilersuit and quickly sat down. What followed was an apalling series of farting and shitting noises interspersed with some "AAAAhhhh, I needed that" type noises. At the end there was some more wiping and rustling type noises followed by a horrific wail as the wanker discovered that he'd failed to pull the boilersuit down far enough and had promptly shat in the back of it. Put me right off my cig it did. the bastard
First Post Woohoo!!
( , Tue 6 Sep 2005, 10:38, Reply)
I used to think that squat thrusts were a gym exercise until I discovered Turkish public toilets.
A few years ago, I used to work for a company that had seven stalls in a row in the gents. Having sneaked away for my crafty nine o clock ciggie one morning, I heard the main door burst open and a frantic huffing and puffing as a bloke ran into the trap next to mine. There was a frantic rustling as he undid his (as it turned out) boilersuit and quickly sat down. What followed was an apalling series of farting and shitting noises interspersed with some "AAAAhhhh, I needed that" type noises. At the end there was some more wiping and rustling type noises followed by a horrific wail as the wanker discovered that he'd failed to pull the boilersuit down far enough and had promptly shat in the back of it. Put me right off my cig it did. the bastard
First Post Woohoo!!
( , Tue 6 Sep 2005, 10:38, Reply)
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